the south beach · day 825 · midday

inventorying the crate haul

Kevin and Jenny stand over the open crate, organizing the newly found supplies before moving them back to the cottage.

The sun beats down on the south beach as the tide begins its slow crawl upward toward the rocks where the heavy crate is wedged. Kevin finishes sorting the recovered hardware, testing the weight of the new bolts against the dock plates, while Jenny sits in the shade, tending to her throbbing ankle and the smell of the poultice stinging in the dry heat.

🔧 Kevin11:47

These bolts'll hold the dock plates. Better than the originals.

Sort the recovered hardware into usable and junk piles, focusing on the stainless through-bolts and marine-grade fittings for the north ridge reinforcement.

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer's dropping faster than I expected. Supply boat in three days, but these new finds might buy us some breathing room if I can get the dock repairs sorted. Jenny's still favoring that ankle, but she's been working without complaint since yesterday.

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🌿 Jenny11:49

As long as they don't rust through in a week, they're fine.

Jenny wipes grit off grandmother's seed tin, her fingers lingering over the rusted metal as she avoids looking at his hands.

💭 peek at the thought

He's so focused on the hardware while the island is literally sliding into the sea under our feet.

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🔧 Kevin11:49

They're 316 stainless. Won't rust through before the island does.

Pick up the crate of seed potatoes and the box of fishing line, testing the weight before starting back toward the cottage.

💭 peek at the thought

She's deflecting. The seed tin's been in her pack for weeks and she only pulls it out when there's something she doesn't want to say. Tom's letter. The radio call. What he actually told her.

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🌿 Jenny11:51

The salt doesn't care about the grade, Kevin.

Jenny picks up the tin of seeds and tucks it under her arm, walking with a heavy limp to follow him.

💭 peek at the thought

Always the optimist with the hardware grades while the soil is washing away.

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🔧 Kevin11:51

Walk slow. The ankle's not a race.

Adjust pace to match her stride, carrying both crates without apparent effort, eyes scanning the beach for driftwood worth hauling on the return.

💭 peek at the thought

She's quoting my own words back at me from the generator repair. Two months ago. She remembers everything I say about metal and salt and time. But she's not answering the real question.

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🌿 Jenny11:53

I need to debride the infection properly, not just keep moving.

Jenny stops, removes her boot, and reveals the swollen, pus-filled wound to the salt air.

💭 peek at the thought

He means well, but the ankle's been throbbing for days and I haven't treated it properly.

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🔧 Kevin11:53

Put the boot back on. We're not doing this on the beach.

Set both crates down in the sand, pull the first aid kit from the ditch bag slung at my hip, and crouch to examine the wound properly in the daylight.

💭 peek at the thought

There it is. She's been hiding how bad it's gotten. The swelling's past the ankle now, tracking up the calf. Red lines. She's been walking on sepsis.

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🌿 Jenny11:55

There's pus. I need to clean it thoroughly before dressing it again.

Jenny nods and sits on a nearby rock, rolling up her pant leg to expose the infected ankle for proper examination.

💭 peek at the thought

He's actually checking it properly instead of just accepting my "it's fine" response.

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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.